Chapter 37 I'm Not A Pretty Decoration

• Aella
• As I walk down the corridor, each step feels like a battle against myself. What am I even doing? Questioning my Alpha, the very man who rules the entire pack, about my role? Still, something compels me to press on. It’s been two weeks and I’ve done nothing; just hosting dinner parties while scowling at him.
• I’m done sidelining myself, done being the Luna who’s seen but not heard. My upbringing, my training; it all screams for me to be more involved, to understand the inner workings of the pack I’m now a part of.